~     Sylveon     ~    
                      
                     
                                 
                              
                              
                              
         Countersense Fairy    
      Canine?                     
                          Palliative? 
                                 
 Appearance: Sylveon Resemble  Dogs  In  
  Many  Ways, With  Similar Small Bodies 
     And Faces. They Are Small And  
      Nimble,  And With White Fur.  
                               
                                 
 The  Most  Striking  Feature  Is     
 Their  "Ribbons",    Long Flat Feelers 
 That  They    Use   To  Bind    Or  To 
 Interface With    The Minds  Of Others 
                          
   The  Ribbons  Play A  Large Social   
    Role  Among  Sylveons.           
   They  Induce A Sense Of Wellbeing, 
  And  Can Ease Pain  If   Applied    
 Close To A Wound.     It  Is Thought 
 They Feed  Off The  Pain  Of Others    
                  This  Way.   
                              
                              
      Sylveon  Are  Great  Partners 
 To Humans,  But  Care Should Be  Taken  
 To Limit  Exposure To    Ribbons,     
   Since With Prolonged Contact       
  The  Consciousnesses  Start To  Blend, 
 An   Environment   In   Which         
 The  Sylveon Is Much  More  At  Home,   
    And   It    Will   Take   Advantage. 
                     
    Medicinal                    
 ...      !!!                         
                                 
                              
 Its   Sap                        
         Poison        Putting 
 Thoughts    Into             
 Not    Killed.                     
   But  Is    Loyal    (Lie!  Lie!) 
                                 
                               
                             
 The  Nature Of The Coma  Depends  On The 
 Intensity Of  The  Sylveon'S  Feeding.  
     You  Will  Succumb To  A     
        Fast-Growing  Addiction    
   That Leads To A Submissive       
     And   Sluggish   State     
                
  Eventually  You Will  Slowly Slip  
   Into    A    Long    Slumber,   
  Becoming     Sap    In The  Vines